2 May 2025

Published April 30, 2025 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

GENERATIONS RUNNIN’ WILD

Joanna checked her reflection in the full-length mirror. Her white go-go boots offset her mini dress. Swaying her hips she practiced moving to the Jerk and the Watusi. Tonight, she would dance the night away.

Granny Maybelle’s voice startled her. “In my day young ladies didn’t do such suggestive dances.”

Joanna pointed to a photo of young Maybelle in a fringed dress. “What about the Charleston in the 1920’s?”

Blushing, Granny shook her head. “That dance swept the country like wildfire. Not so different from these 1960’s I suppose. But I’ll have you know I was quite good at it!”   

And a little history of the dance if you care to READ ON. 😉

51 comments on “2 May 2025

  • Too cute! I felt the connection to my own experience as a teen in the Early 70s. My father was dead set that wearing any skirt that was above mid knee or a any dress with an empire waist was surely going to make me look like a wh*re!

    PS: I think I figured out the “Anonymous” issue. When responding from my Fire tablet I have to Log In to Word Press every time. Perhaps it is the same for all hand healed devices???

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    • Dear Lynda,

      Nice to see you here! The anonymous thing is a real pain that many are having issues with.

      As for the skirt issue I remember taping my hems up after I left the house. 😉 As it was nothing was mini on me because, as my brother put it, I was a mini girl. Finally my mom relented and started shortening my hems.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    You portray so very well how times change but remain the same. There will always be that new thing that is first looked on as risqué or suggestive until a “new” version of it arrives.

    Shalom and lotsa rythmic love,

    Dale

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  • Oh how I would love to have done the Charleston! It makes line-dancing look like a remedial exercise for the elderly. Having said that, I do seem to remember a dance where we just used to jerk and shake our heads, can’t for the life of me remember what it was called. Thanks for the memories, Rochelle.

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  • This is such fun. And when grandmas say, ‘back in my day…’ look long enough and you’ll find something that is almost exactly like that ‘outrageous thing of the grandkid. When I was in dance class we learned the Charlseton (70ies) and we all loved it, it’s such a fun dance.

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